We are living in a world where everything is based on security.

Authorities arrest me, release me, and then invite me back to host public events. I think it's interesting.

Modern people are only willing to believe in their computers, while I believe in myself.

In fact, it will be very easy to climb the building because of its shape and architecture.

To me, climbing is like eating or drinking. I have to do it; it's part of my life.

It's a great feeling to know that 100 cops want to stop you doing something and they can't.

All these buildings are like mountains I would like to climb, but I am forbidden.

Fortunately, the courts discharged me every time after they understood what I had done.

I enjoy every climb - maybe it's because it's a literal dance between life and death.

We set ourselves limits, but we are all strong enough to aim higher, to achieve our goals. All we have to do is find such strength within ourselves. Know how to develop it.

There is a percentage of people who want to be a little bit outside their comfort zone and I am one of them, someone who lives on the edge.

I die, as I have lived, a free spirit, an Anarchist, owing no allegiance to rulers, heavenly or earthly.

There is a spirit, an energy, that works with us. We've all felt it at some point in our lives.

Women are the glue that holds our day-to-day world together.

The wall, safe haven for what is forbidden, gives a voice to all those who would, without it, be condemned to silence

If the all powerful god controls satan he is an accomplice, and if he doesn't, he is not an all powerful god.

Because knowledge changes so rapidly, knowledge flow is more important than knowledge stock.

Sweat has the power to end a pity party in such a way that even the hostess is happy.

I believe in just doing it and not looking for excuses because who really cares in the end? No one but oneself.

Progress is obtained only by exploiting opportunities, not by solving problems. When you solve problems, all you do is guarantee a return to normalcy.

The setting sun, and the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in rememberance more than long things past.